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 Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2017 10:42 pm
[Abbadon & Ahriman live in a unique situation. Their chances to play are limited between teachings of other things, things that are just as unique as their situation.]
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2017 11:26 pm
Sabia`deimos had been taking full advantage of the quiet during the morning, unfortunately what was meant to be a quick nap turned into a sleep that took away more than half of her day.
This meant that the two hooligans she had for sons were able to run rampant and do all forms of damage, but it seemed she'd gotten lucky this time around. Not only had they not 'run' they also didn't 'rampant' - this meant easy clean up and discipline, she could appreciate the small details in this. So when she stood, stretched and left her den that morning she expected the worst and was greeted with something much more manageable.
"What. Are. You. Doing?"
Her ears flicked forward, shoulders rolled to adjust her pelt which she had tossed over her back quickly and her eyes narrowed to become golden slits. She watched as her sons automatically froze in their motions and didn't dare glance in her direction (almost as though she'd disappear if they ignored her long enough). In that moment of frozen, fearful silence she spied the adornment that had been missing from her den. "Where did you get that?" A question she already knew the answer to, but she felt it had to be asked nonetheless.
Slowly, but surely her sons eyes turned towards her and their ears flicked backwards. They knew they were in trouble.
WC: 238
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2017 9:58 am
Ahriman had the mask by two paws and was preparing to place it down atop the mud lion they'd created when four simple words cut through his ears and he froze on the spot. His mothers voice was cold, sharp and she pronounced each word separately in such a way that he could feel a punishment coming on. The horror that had struck both boys was entrancing. "Nothing."
One simple word came out in a higher pitch than he'd have liked and also set off a chain reaction of events that made matters much worse. His paws had weakened their grasp on the mask, which caused the ivory piece to drop to the ground and knocked the head of the mud lion on it's way down. The part that had been left out this entire time was that the boys had been using a crudely hand crafted sled to carry some of the mud back and forth. That sled was currently arranged in such a way that when the head fell the sled became launcher for the additional mud left on the sled.
"Oh no." His ears flicked backwards and eyes watched on in horror as the whole scene seemed to play out in slow motion. Then all of a sudden the damage was done. Mud from the sled flung up and stuck it's landing right directly on their mothers already enraged face. The splat that sounded echoed throughout the small area and others paused their step when they saw what happened, eyes widened as they figured out what happened and some even ducked their heads and left as quickly as they could.
WC: 301
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2017 10:17 am
Abbadon mirrored Ahrimans actions and froze when the voice of their mother cut through a silence that hadn't been apparent until she arrived on the scene. He'd recalled glancing in her general direction before witnessing the chain of events that was solely linked to one particular lie 'nothing'. The word was likely one of their most commonly used words and was often said in a defensive manner, but typically they had more time to come up with something to defend themselves with after starting with the word nothing - in this case they'd been caught red handed.
When the mask fell, the head rolled back and fell onto the sled, then the sled became a ramp of some kind he winced. Soon as the damage was done he sat in silence and began to think of the many ways they'd be punished. Chores, stuck in the Gods cage, left in the wild near a wild boar and all of them seemed realistic to him. "Oh no." Was what he'd muttered alongside his brother who was still frozen in a stance that looked like he was holding onto the mask.
"I can't see her eyes." He whispered to his brother that simply nodded in agreement to the statement at first. "Can you see them?" The mud had sprung to life quickly and found it's target with ease. The target being their mother and more specifically her face. The contents of the mud consisted of primarily thicker pieces, but as with all liquids it was slick and didn't completely stick to the location. One lone piece did decide to fall and revealed an eye that opened slowly and narrowed at him. Oh gods.
WC: 308
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2017 10:47 am
'Nothing' was the only word she heard uttered from her boys that had been frozen before her. The simple actions of unleashing the mask and the events to follow were all a blur to her - being the target of those events made her lose focus. Soon she felt the impact of mud and debris, the feeling made her entire body shudder in disgust as the contents stuck to her face almost immediately.
The whole scene was frozen at that point, she even heard the paces of a number of passerbys cease. Then one small clump of the dirty mess fell free from her face and she cringed a moment before opening one, golden eye on the boys. When her stare fell upon them her eye narrowed and her mouth grew into an incredibly deep frown, not that she had been smiling, but it seemed to have an impact all the same as the pair before her inched away a small amount.
Smoothly she lifted a paw (careful not to bring to much mud along with it to add to the mess) she started from the top of her face and dragged it down to gather up the mess on her face. When she got near her nose she snorted and sent some of the mess flying before finishing the job. Her face was still an awful mess that would need more attention, but at least for the most part she'd gotten the chunks of debris off - that was most important. "Both of you, to the den.. now." Her words were not screamed, growly or anything aggressive - they were calm, deep and steady. Her anger had gone above and beyond that of what she typically felt and the boys knew it. She was pleased to see matching looks of sheer terror as the horror slipped free for a whole new feeling dread. Then she swiped up her mask and turned away knowing the boys would follow - their life depended upon it.
WC: 280
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2017 2:55 pm
His bones seemed to have locked in their place to the degree that as he finally risked lowering his outstretched limbs all he could hear were extraordinarily louds cracks. It was as though the bones themselves were arguing with his actions and pleading for mercy before the great beast standing before him and with each crack he could have sworn the look from his other got worse. "We're dead Abbadon." He said in a rushed, whispered tone that shook as the words left his mouth.
Then he watched in agony as a large red paw lifted, brushed away the debris and mud from his mothers face before stating very plain instructions. The words were clear, concise and said with very minimal anger - no that wasn't ideal, this was a hot white rage they hadn't seen in ages, or days - Ahriman lost count. "Yes mother." He said in a whisper, but with a look from her he cleared his throat and spoke up as quickly as he could. "Yes mother." That seemed to satisfy her temporarily and he quickly moved from his brothers side, ushering him along to follow in his wake.
"Come on." He hissed.
As if Abbadon needed anymore persuasion than the words from their mother, but the 'come on' did unfreeze his legs releasing him from where he stood. "Coming." He muttered.
WC: 224
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